12:00am: No Words at Midnight
The midnight air fell crisp and cool against my weary, waning soul as closer crept the sound of ticking in my ears, and the clock struck twelve as I grasped the door to let my visitor in.
His darkest cloak and blackest skin all dry and withered gripped my soul with fright. Perhaps, if I had feared before I had been spared from such a sight.
Not now, not now.
"Not now," I pled, requesting a second's delay.
Perhaps if I survived the night then I could see the day. The punishment for things I'd done with the torment that I knew would wait, as a hundred million wrongs I had echoed in my quiet state. My heart was filled with terror and fear. My mind drove me insane. I would have escaped it. I would have escaped, but I knew I knew a little too late.
Had it been for yesteryear or only a moment before, but now was the time of my reckoning. I had myself opened my own door to Death.
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Death Becomes Us
Krótkie OpowiadaniaA man finds himself unable to sleep one night. Driven mad and terrified by the endless march of time, he is greeted by an unexpected yet long awaited visitor. [A Short sense of Gothic Horror with a touch of gripping reality for your thoughts and for...
